This is a song about "Taste"

Look it something they can't ever see

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Getting green like an avocado, but with plain taste,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

While you starin' over your shoulder

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

Like a freddy krueger with better music taste

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Pure evil , can never go to waste, such a bitter taste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Call me erratic hate, a static face with a manic taste,